Epilogue - The Residents

Chorus:

The son of the know thing flew into today.

He left in a hurry had little to say;

But fore the barking sub side in his wake,

He helped out with vestiges sweeter than cake:

The Son:

Opulent givings are seldom a dread.

They help you relieve all them lies in your head.

But for the giving begets a sure vain,

Leave open a window and let in some rain.